Four Split Personalities

Armored cavalry roared past, leaving the confused masses tangled in the wind. Although the supporting personnel like Raymond, who were rushing from the rear, had completed most of the evacuation, the people at the front lines still felt bewildered. They didn’t even realize how the monsters they were desperately fighting a second ago had disappeared, and by the time they reacted, mutants were already flying everywhere.

Yes, flying...

Accompanied by a series of dull thuds, countless decayed and icy corpses were hurled high into the air, then twistedly smashed to the ground. Despite the fact that most of them were not beheaded, these low-rank undead creatures were hardly able to stand up again after having eighty percent of their bones shattered.

"What... what exactly is going on?!"

Emang stared dumbfounded at the knights passing by his side, looking like a dim-witted cat with underdeveloped brains, his vertical pupils almost squinting as they switched back and forth between the Knight Order, Raymond, and the mutants fluttering all around, filled with shock and confusion.

Raymond chuckled dryly and spread his hands, "To put it simply, the Knight Order has entered the fray, so from now on, they will take over the role of the main force in this phase, from the first to the third battle sequences, while we’ll regroup in a few minutes to undertake cover tasks."

Lorum momentarily forgot the intense pain in his ankle and exclaimed, "Wait? How come we didn’t know about this? Weren’t the three battle sequences supposed to take turns and fight those things to the death? Wasn’t the Knight Order sent to those two cities in the south?"

Raymond shrugged, "Don’t ask me, I’m just as clueless."

"Then why..."

"I’ll explain."

Feather Song had appeared beside them at some point, coolly adjusting the red scarf that was again choking her neck and said calmly, "To put it simply, the Knight Order was never dispatched to the Twin Cities. They never left Hodir Mountain Path from the beginning, just waiting in a slope area not far from the first line of defense, biding their time... until now, and then launching a charge against the enemy."

Emang tilted his leopard head in confusion, "But, Commander Feather Song, if that’s the case, why were we told before that the Knight Order wasn’t here?"

Lorum also had the same doubt, while Raymond, who had received the information earlier, blinked thoughtfully as if he had realized something.

"It’s simple because we couldn’t give everyone hope."

Feather Song glanced at the Holy Knights who were continuing to toss mutants into the air and said in an understated tone, "Perhaps under certain circumstances, the idea of ’having another Knight Order’ could be a pillar of strength for everyone, but when they must wait for a specific time to act, their existence could actually bring gloom. For instance, Lorum, if Elsa were to die in front of you and the Knight Order, which could have significantly alleviated the pressure on the front lines, remains out of contact, would you feel resentful?"

Lorum blushed and shouted, "No... no, of course not!"

"Of course, you would. You would feel resentment and perhaps even hatred; hatred towards the Knight Order, Hei Fan, your own height, many things. It’s human nature," Feather Song said expressionlessly, "and this could happen to anyone here because those with the courage to stand here are heroes, not saints. Therefore, to ensure the plan was foolproof, Hei Fan told everyone a lie."

Raymond smiled weakly, "That lie probably saved my life. Honestly, if I had known about the reinforcements, even if I hadn’t felt resentful as you described, it would’ve been hard for me to fight those monsters so fiercely. And if I hadn’t, I might have fallen by now."

"Save the pointless chatter."

Feather Song waved her hand impatiently and turned to Lorum, speaking sternly, "If your curiosity is satisfied, then hurry and have those two take you back to base for treatment."

And so, Lorum and the others were hustled to the rear, filled with relief.

Ten seconds later

After scanning her surroundings, Feather Song clenched her fists tightly and cheered softly, "Yay! I’m so cool!"

"Commander Feather Song!"

A middle-aged Magician in a black robe, with a gloomy face, called out to her from a distance, "The Knight Order has completely passed through!"

The emotionless assassin nodded slightly, "Understood, tell everyone to seal the breach, not a single mutant must get through, and remember to leave enough space at the rear of the formation."

"Yes!"

...

At the same time

Third line of defense, rear temporary assembly area

"Mr. Gerbin."

Motan saluted the Gnome Paladin, who was barely at shoulder level on his horse, and smiled wearily, "Let’s skip the formalities for now. When can the Knight Order begin their second charge?"

The other turned his head to look at the more than four hundred knights who had just reformed their ranks, and said without hesitation, "Immediately."

Motan looked at him in surprise, "Immediately? But what about their stamina and injuries..."

"No problem, young Commander Sir."